A small town with a lot of history, and dangerous secrets. Some say parts of it are haunted, even possessed. A variety of creatures roam the small town, from fairies to shapeshifters to vampires. What lies behind closed doors and roads that dead end?

Paxton shoved out of the Inn. He clutched the keys in his hand, holding them in a death grip. He flashed back to his earliest lessons with Xaden. Xaden, not Xekiel. Naturally, he had disregarded the advice. Xaden was mostly full of shit. Although, looking back on it, Xaden may have been right about one thing. Mortals should never be anything more than a quick bie. The longer you play with them--the longer you spend getting attached to them, the harder it is when you finally snap.

He tried silencing the memory, yanking open the driver's door and sliding behind the wheel. He stomped on the clutch, turning the keys in the ignition. He loved Jordan. He loved her too much. If he stayed any longer, he could risk hurting her again.

Jordan shivered against the biting cold, her eyes welling again when she saw the Camero taking off down the street. Paxton was gone now, and she couldn't do anything about it. She turned her attention back to Jesse who was still caring the unconscious, and very pregnant Ellie. Guilt washed over her at the sight. Jordan was so stupid. She should have just kept her fucking mouth shut about Paxton turning her. And now, both Ellie's and the baby's life was at stake. "How's she doing?" Jordan asked Jesse quickly, her feet stinging with the cold of the snow.

Jesse glanced around for a hospital or even a small clinic. He need to get help for Ellie. "I don't know." Jesse stated simply, after he spotted the clinic and was already halfway down the sidewalk when Jordan reacted to his movements. Jordan caught up with him, muttering under her breath about everyone being faster then her.

Bonnie escorted the two outside, placing a sympathetic hand on Jesse's arm. "She'll be fine. Dr. Jane is the best." She said, hoping to calm him down, if only a little. The truth was, Bonnie had no idea if the girl would be alright, though Jane was the best at what he did. Bonnie glanced back inside through the glass door, and noticed Jane who was trying to wave her back inside. She nodded to the doctor before turning back to Jesse. "Jane needs me back inside. Will you two be alright out here?"

Jordan whipped away her tears, "Yeah." She whispered, sniffling. The snow was cold against her bare feet, the wind biting into her skin. Jordan wished she could take all of this back, that she never suggested the stupid idea to Paxton. She shivered against the cold, wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm.

Jesse didn't answer Bonnie, unable to speak. His gaze was straight ahead, but was looking at nothing. It was as if he were in shock. Bonnie gaze him a concerned look, and squeezed his arm a little. "Keep an eye on him." She muttered to Jordan before walking back into the Clinic to help Jane.

[[Bonnie to Clinic]]

"Jesse?" Jordan said after a moment of silence, but he didn't respond. "Jesse!" She said again, this time rising her voice.

He looked over at her slowly, his expression softening with grief. "I can't...I can't loose them. Oh god," He stumbled back, leaning into the wall. "Please don't take them from me. I can't loose them." He begged, sliding down the wall and into the snowy sidewalk. He buried his face in the palms of his hands, elbows resting on his knees. "Please don't take them from me..." Jesse repeated, his body shaking with sobs.

Jordan looked at him with a sad expression, before sitting down next to him. She rubbed her hand up and down his back, trying to help sooth this pain. Jordan was unable to hold back her own tears, Jesse's saddness getting to her. She turned her head away, so not to make his pain worse by seeing her cry.

After a few moments Jesse felt slightly calmer, though he knew if he went back in there it would start all over again. He lifted his head, resting it back against the brick building, and stared up at the clouds. He was angry. Angry with God, for trying to take Ellie and Raewyn from him. With the fucking vampire who caused this.

He looked over to Jordan, her tears had slowed as well, her eyes red and puffy. "Your vampire better not show his fucking face again." Jesse growled out before he pushed himself up. He needed to be with Ellie, to be there for her after six months of being absent.

[[Jesse to Clinic]]

Jordan watched as Jesse disappeared back into the Clinic, before she let her tears fall again. She wanted Paxton. For someone to hold her and tell her that everything would okay. Ellie was lucking to have Jesse, Jordan thought as she stood up. Who would have thought Jesse would have been so caring. The last time they met he when berserk.

She hugged her arms around herself as she made her way back to the Inn. Jordan needed to get her shoes and jacket, or her toes might end up poping off. Jordan would have laughted at the thought, but found her self not even cracking a smile.

Jordan didn't notice the two through her puffy red eyes, and walked past them, her arms wrapped tightly around her shaking frame. Her feet were red from walking barefoot in the cold snow, but she could feel the sting anymore. Her feet had gone numb minutes ago. Jordan reached the Inn once again, and walked inside.

Demitri growled low in his chest, his hands in fist, ''How could you still love him! He hurt you Sable! He left you and knocked up that chic. Get over him!" Sable flinched away from him, ''because he saaved my life,'' she whispered.

Demitri looked at her, ''yeah and he also ruined it.'' Sable looked at him, ''Demitri, I love you, I really do, but it's only been six months since...that...But Please, just give me more time.'' Demitri stared at her, ''I gave you twelve years.'' He growled and stalked off.

Asher pushed through the entrance of the small boutique, holding the door open for Shep, a smirk occupying his face. "I'm sure you can, Kristalie." He said with a chuckle, leading her down the sidewalk, fingers laced with hers. A second later, Asher removed his hand from hers, wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. He was letting anyone know that she was his, and no one could do anything about it.

Shep rolled her eyes. She could handle more than most people thought. She wasn't that weak. "It was my first time," she defended. She smiled when he wrapped an arm around her as they walked. For the first time in three years she felt like a normal teenage girl. A sudden thought popped into Sheps head. "Do you have a car?" she asked, looking up at him, a glint in her eyes.

Asher looked down at her, raising a curious brow. "Maybe. Why do you want to know?" He said with a smirk, already leading her towards the Inn parking lot. "Over there. See her? That there's my other love." Asher chuckled, pointing at the snow covered mustang.

[[Sorry for the weak post. I'm at school and don't have much time left in class. HAha. BUT I have sixth hour next AND then I'll be home. HAha. Yay!]]

Shep's smile brightened. "A mustang?" She turned toward him, her face serious. "Asher, I think I'm falling in love with you." The serious tone only lasted for a moment before she began laughing and tugging him toward the Inn. "I love mustangs. Especially yours." She gave him a playful wink, walking up to the door. "We can just eat here. It's closer to you car." A flirtatious smile covered her lips as she looked up at him, already planning what would happen after dinner.

Duncan got on his motorcycle, securing the helmet on his head. He was careful as he drove down the street, not wanting to have an accident and ruin the bike. He parked in front of the Boutique, taking his helmet with him.

Asher smirked at her excitement, glad that she loved the car just as much as he did. But when Shep turned on him and spoke of loving him, he slowed in his step and just blinked at her in surprise, unsure of how to respond. Ash opened his mouth to reply, but the only thing that came out was nervous laughter. There was no way she was serious, she's only joking, he kept telling himself but he heard the seriousness in the young girls voice.

When Shep winked at him, and raised an eyebrow at her flirtatious grin. She claimed that she loved him, fine. He could handle that, though he would never admit to that same love. At least not yet. Asher moved ahead of her, and pulled the door open. "Sounds fine to me." He said, gesturing for her to enter first.

[[Jordan from Inn]]

The door had opened suddenly, and Jordan passed through him, smiling at the boy who held it. Though, something about him sent a chill down her spine. She kept her gaze down as she walked by the other girl, making her way to the hospital. She needed to be with Ellie. She was the only person Jordan had left, well other then Dakota but truthfully, Jordan wanted nothing to do with him. She knew that was cruel, but Dakota wasn't the same anymore. Her brother died the day of the wrench, even if he was a vampire, she still considered him dead.

Shep rolled her eyes at the girl the passed, glaring at her back. She turned back to Asher, her expression softening. "You know, you don't have to open the door all the time." She turned around, walking into the inn, trying to rid his expression from her mind when she said she loved him. It wasn't like she was serious. Loving a vampire wasn't possible. Not for Shep.

Jordan could feel the girl staring at her, but decided to just leave it alone. She wasn't in the mood to argue with anyone and not to mention she was sick to her stomach. Jordan figured it was just because of how upset she was about what all has happened since they arrived to the small town. Jesse, Ellie...Paxton. She huffed, sliding a hand through her loose hair. Jordan didn't want to go to the Clinic just yet and face Ellie. Jordan would break if she saw her friend in so much pain.

Asher stared at the girl for a second longer, trying to place the familiar scent. He shrugged it off for now, figuring it would come back to him later.

Jordan flinched away from the motorcyle, watching as it zoomed by. She huffed, running a hand through her hair. "Get a grip Jordan..." She muttered to herself, and started walking down the sidewalk again. Pausing in front of the Clinic, she debated whether or not to go inside. Jordan glanced though the window, and frowned when she didn't see her friends and when inside the next instant.

Aria stepped outside, frowning at the cold winter weather. She leaned into Justin, almost instinctively. She knew she could depend on him to keep her warm and safe from the blistery evening. "There is a boutique down the street. I saw a dress I liked in the window." She told him, hugging his arm to keep from trembling in the cold.

She led him down the sidewalk until the boutique came into view. Sure enough, the simple purple dress was still on display in the window. "That one." She told him, pointed towards it.

Reese stumbled out of the small diner and into the street, not bother to look if a car was coming. His vision was blurred, his body shaking and making it difficult to walk. Reese collapsed to his knees, trying to conceal that anger he was feeling so suddenly. "Logan..." He cried out, wanting the pain to end. "...what's happening to me?" He repeated, hoping the werewolf would have some idea. Then is hit him, he needed to calm down. Werewolf plus anger equals transformation. Reese focused on his breathing, his pulse, hoping to slow each and bring down his blood pressure. He had never gotten so angry before, maybe it was just the way Logan's body reacted to things.

Simarah walked out of the clinic, her bandages pressing against the burnt skin of her hands. She strolled down a little ways, noticing the wolf in the street. She pause, debating whether to help him or not.

"Just calm the fuck down. The last thing we need is to transform in front of everyone." Logan complained. It had taken him twenty four years to learn control, now Matthew Reese had to learn in a couple days. Reese was dangerous enough in his body without being in wolf form, he could only imagine what would happen then. "Deep breaths." Logan coached, more for his own benefit than Reese's.

"I'm trying, damn it!" Reese growled at Logan, collapsing onto all fours. He groaned out, his muscle's tightening, bone's shifting. "Fuck..." He cried out, his voice cracking with the unfamiliar pain. Reese tried to suck in a deep breath, but it just came short and quick, like all the rest. "Logan...we need to move...Veronica...she'll--" He was cut off by another whimper of pain, his body shifting with a painful jolt.

"Oh, shit." Logan cursed, realizing that the change was eminent. Reese had already taken their body to the point of no return. There was no going back now. "This woman better back away or risk losing that pretty little hand of hers." Logan warned, aware of the bones shifting and muscles tightening. He dreaded whatever havoc Reese would cause once the beast took over. The boy had no experience in such a powerful body, certainly not one of a werewolf.